It was the late 1960's, a time when bluefish action was very strong. My son Todd was in third grade, but on this fantastic fall day there were better things to do than top go to school. Horrors! I took him fishing instead.
The blues were breaking at Burying Hill. They ran all day long from dawn to dusk feeding on peanut bunker. They drove the bait onto the beaches from Burying Hill to Bedford's Point and on the other side of this creek halfway up the length of beach to Billy's Rock on Sherwood Island. Every so often they would her the bait on up the creek. New Creek! It was simple to stand on the bank and cast. We watched them breaking at the top of the photo and a popping plug, any popper cast near the breaking fish would bring a strike. They weren't big, averaging maybe 3 to 5 - pounds, but they fought like twice their size.
I'm not sure just how much Todd missed in the ways of the Three R's that day, but neither of us ever forgot the fishing we experienced.
I don't think his education was really harmed. Today, he is a tenured educator with a Master's Degree. - DWA
The blues were breaking at Burying Hill. They ran all day long from dawn to dusk feeding on peanut bunker. They drove the bait onto the beaches from Burying Hill to Bedford's Point and on the other side of this creek halfway up the length of beach to Billy's Rock on Sherwood Island. Every so often they would her the bait on up the creek. New Creek! It was simple to stand on the bank and cast. We watched them breaking at the top of the photo and a popping plug, any popper cast near the breaking fish would bring a strike. They weren't big, averaging maybe 3 to 5 - pounds, but they fought like twice their size.
I'm not sure just how much Todd missed in the ways of the Three R's that day, but neither of us ever forgot the fishing we experienced.
I don't think his education was really harmed. Today, he is a tenured educator with a Master's Degree. - DWA
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